Page 29 of Her Filthy Grump
“Maybe a little. It was cute.”
“Fuck my life,” I groan, dig my hand into my skirt’s pocket, and hand him my keys.
“I’m serious.” He chuckles. “It was adorable.”
I slam my face against the crook of his neck and wait for him to open the door. He smells like musk and spice. I sniff again. He stops.Shit. He noticed I was sniffing him.Lord, save me from my endless embarrassing actions.
The door shuts behind him, and my heart thunders against my ribs. The light on my end table is the only illumination in the room. The tension in my body flows to his, and I can’t hear anything but my pulse beating in my ears.
When I finally get the courage to look up at him, his eyes glow under the lamplight. The flash of awareness in his eyes from when he was at the bar is now replaced by a raging volcano.
Holy hell.His mouth is inches from mine, and I sense his barely contained control as it radiates through his muscles. My nipples tent against my bra, and I whimper.
“Fuck, Layla. Don’t do that. I’m trying to be good here.”
“Don’t.” I shake my head and place my lips against his.
“Shit,” he mumbles against my mouth and swipes his tongue into my depths. A kaleidoscope of colors flash against my eyelids as I drag my fingertips over his skull. The sensation of the strands of hair against my fingers has my blood boiling.
He slowly lowers my legs toward the ground, but instead of following his lead, my body has a mind of its own. I wrap my legs around his waist and groan into his mouth.
My head spins as I exhale. He sucks my need down like he’s dying of thirst, clasps my ass, turns, and presses me against the wall. The sensation of the hard wall on one side of me and his muscular body on the other is erotic as fuck. I thrust my tongue against his and grind my pelvis against his erection.
No one’s ever kissed me like he does. I ache to strip myself bare and let him explore every inch of my flesh. I’ve never been with a man who made me lose control. Our mouths and tongues dance against each other as if we can’t get enough.
As his rigid cock presses against my clit, I wiggle closer.God, it feels good.My swollen lips are slick with my desire as if my body has already decided he’s the one. I place my hands on his face, and the stubble from his five o’clock shadow pricks my fingers.
“God, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my mouth, and then, he slides his lips along my jawline until he connects with the sensitive spot between my jaw and throat.
“Kameron?” My breath comes out in a giant heave as I try to suck it back into my lungs. I want him to be the one who takes my virginity. Maybe it would only be once, but it would be out of this world. If this is what I’ve been missing, I was a fool to wait.
“Yes?”
“I need to tell you something.”
“What?” He bites my flesh, and I quiver forcefully.
“I….”
“Yes,” he growls as his hand slides under my shirt and across my stomach. When he reaches my bra, my eyes fill with so much heat, I can’t make out the sofa from where we’re standing.
“Make love to me.” When his hand cups my breast, I gasp.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He takes one step toward the center of the room when loud footsteps clop across my front porch.
“Layla!”
“Fuck,” I groan and drop my head to Kameron’s chest.
His entire body stiffens. “Is that who I think it is?”
“Yes. It’s Gavin.”
“Fuck.” He drops me to the ground.
When I wince, his face flames. “Sorry. Listen, I should go.” He swallows and looks like a guppy out of water. “This shouldn’t have happened.” My eyes narrow into slits. “It was….”
“I get it. It was a mistake.” I straighten my shoulders and yank the doorknob. “It never happened.” I swing the door open and plaster a smile on my face. There’s no way it reaches my eyes. “Gavin, come on in.”